See, all that you just wrote translates into sandskrit for me. I'm a technology caveman. :D
There is a way for our IT/engineering guys to set up a work terminal at my home, but I refuse to do it.
Home is home. Work is work.
But it is a good idea, Moonie. Just don't tell my boss about it, he may require it.
:D

On a completely unrelated note, I was driving around this morning and realized that all of my CDs were in my apt. So I was stuck with a No Doubt/Gwen Stefani CD that I made the other day. I've been playing it over and over for the last couple of days.
Now, I have "It's My Life" in my head.
I've been walking around the building singing/humming, "It's my life! Don't you forget!!!"
:D

I'm weird.

I don't know yet. Hopefully not Indy again or Thunder. I preferenced the Enchanted Break Tiki Room/Jungle or Opera House or Trains. I guess I'll find out either this or next coming weekend.

This number is so, so wrong.

Secretly, I think you want it.
:D

There's such a difference when you see a dress by itself compared to looking at the same dress on Claudia Schiffer or someone like that...

Yuck!

Size 6. Damn. Not even on a good day.

I think that dress would fugly out the most beautiful woman on earth.

Me, either, and I am too much of a Jelly Belly harlot to ever be a 6.

I have a picture of my nephew in a red chiffon number that sort of looks like that dress- he and Tori were playing dress-up when they were about 4, and I've held onto it ever since. It's totally going in his HS yearbook.:evil: